The day comes back with the wind

Yesterday,I waited for a old classmate after work.
We were "diehard followers" from childhood,and he transfered to other city before finishing elementary school.After some ten years,we met again when I was at college.Then parted again,the time is so fast,another some ten years has passed.
He was filled with enthusiasm,I thought so in telephone or after meeting.And he said I still had childhood elegant demeanour,haha,there is no such thing as childhood!I remembered many people and things when we talked about in jest.Those friends are busyness for the living of themselves.Sometimes I want to know their informations very much,sometimes I don't.For the memory always is more beautiful than realism.

Beautiful Weather Beautiful Life

The weather is so nice, blue sky gentle breeze bright sunshine delightful temperature and the most beautiful season--fall, yes, it's so good that makes me crazy.
Yes, in my mind the day is the most perfect day of death, for the flowers so fragrant, the birds so upbeat, the brooks so gurgled, so I think the soul must be gonna get to heaven in such days.
But on the other hand, I don't know why I think so. In fact, I like rainy weather too; even I believe the rainy day is more poetic. But the soul maybe prefers to choice a bright day and it can discern the way to Paradise.
Everyday, when I feel the breath of Nature，I become a bird flying away, far…far away… 

Birds in Woods

we can pass a wonderful time

though we know little each other,
because all of us are growing,
because all of us must affront future...

we have the same feeling and world,
whether lofty or humble,
whether passional or calm.

we breathe samely,listen for the call of heart quietly...

How Quirky Am I

Your Quirk Factor: 69%

You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal. No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."

How Quirky Are You?